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In

in a tight space,

one can fit so much

unused-

empathy, civility, integrity.

how then

can it almost fit,

an empty mouth

on this vertical horizon?

to be found wanting

isn’t such

a modern rarity.

Author

emily@stringinghimalong.com

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